Chapter 1008: Writing Talismans Before the Battle

Flying flowers are like snow, and floating leaves are like butterflies. Thousands and thousands of them come from the hillside and outside the valley, dancing in the wind. At first glance, it is refreshing and hard to believe that there is such a wonder in the world. But when you look at it again, you will feel creepy: the withered flowers and fallen leaves are connected into one piece, as if a dragon can be seen from the head but not the tail, stretching and undulating, surrounding everyone in the valley until it covers the sky and the sun, like a giant beast in the sea ready to swallow schools of fish and shrimp.

The previous five elements of the calamity only had spells but no will, and rushed around randomly. Those who encountered it were unlucky, and those who avoided it were lucky. It rarely took the initiative to attack someone in a certain place. This time, the wood attack was different. Under the control of a strong will, the flying flowers and floating leaves were obviously executing tactics: first accumulating strength, then surrounding, then waiting for more reinforcements to arrive, and finally they would launch an unstoppable concentrated attack.

"Shameless, cowardly old Taoist!" Shouque, who was cold and arrogant, was a little impatient. "You dare not show up, but only send magic into the valley."

Zhao Chuye's behavior was not shameless or cowardly. Under normal circumstances, Taoist Fu Yuemang always kept a long distance from the enemy, and it was common for him not to show up. The three previous battles with Mu Xingqiu were special cases. He wanted to force out the demon soul and seize it as soon as possible, so he chased him closely. This time, he obviously just wanted to have a normal battle, the purpose was to kill.

The Grandmaster Xingshan, who did not show his true identity, was even more angry and powerful.

There were more and more flowers and leaves around, and the valley gradually fell into darkness. Even mortals noticed that this time's wooden attack was quite different from the previous ones. They were terrified and looked at Shouque and General Mu in the middle.

The way of the weak is pure defense, without any offensive techniques. Shouque held the statue in one hand and sent out an illusion with the other. Practical illusions have no fixed form and vary from person to person. Mu Xingqiu usually sent out lightning. Shouque now prefers rosy clouds. With a wave of his hand, three giant scimitar-like rosy clouds rushed into the sky and slashed at the groups of flowers and leaves.

The flowers bloomed and the leaves scattered, and the sun returned to the ground, but before everyone could cheer, the challenged flowers and leaves had already launched a massive counterattack, like a group of hungry wolves that had been lingering for a long time, frantically rushing towards the three rosy clouds and tearing them apart in the blink of an eye.

Shouque sent out more rosy clouds, each one bigger than the other, but none of them could last for a long time, and the flowers and leaves destroyed were far less than the supplements coming from outside the valley.

"Why would the Five Elements Tribulation obey the orders of this old guy?" Shouque asked angrily, looking up to the sky.

The Five Elements Tribulation was a spell cast by Kun Dun. Shou Que couldn't control it with the ninth level of mind illusion, but Zhao Chuye, who was at the level of Fu Yue Mang, could command Hua Ye to attack his enemies, which made her very dissatisfied.

Mu Xingqiu was also puzzled. Zhao Chuye didn't seem to have this ability, but he didn't have time to think about it. "Shou Que, concentrate on setting up the formation!"

Shou Que looked at Mu Xingqiu fiercely, and stopped casting illusions. He began to prepare for the attack, "I am the earth..."

Everyone followed the chanting, and Mu Xingqiu was no exception, but his mind was not entirely on the formation. Once he joined the battle, he only thought about how to win, and didn't care about other things. The lost memory and the responsibilities entrusted by Jin Cu were all thrown behind him in this situation.

Mu Xingqiu speculated that it would be difficult to win this battle. Shou Que's main formation of the weak may be stronger than Jin Cu, but the enemy's strength is also stronger. Yesterday's water attack and the Ding Tian Li Di Fu did not deliberately choose the target, and the power was dispersed. Today's wood attack is concentrated and then attacked, and the power is concentrated, which is dozens of times stronger.

The flourishing flowers and leaves extended a tentacle to test the periphery of the formation. Just like the previous two gold and water attacks, the flowers and leaves passed by the mortals' bodies and moved forward in circles along the passage. Some of them fell on the way, and most of them were concentrated on Shouque. She had a Dharma body, which was more resistant than Jinchu. The flowers and leaves withered around her and fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the innermost circle and found that the first batch of flowers and leaves that came in were not very powerful. They were more like a group of pathfinders. Sure enough, the subsequent flowers and leaves became more and more, and the speed was getting faster and faster, stirring up a whirring wind. Each piece and each petal was like a sword. If the mortals who formed the formation were not careful, they would be injured if they just tilted their shoulders.

"My blood is a river..." Shouque chanted loudly, and the ashes under his feet had piled up to his knees. His body was shining, and his shape gradually became blurred.

In the eyes of most people, Shouque seemed to be even more powerful. The layers of flowers and leaves could not touch her. Only Mu Xingqiu knew that she was gradually revealing her true form. If she continued like this, she would disappear completely before being buried by the ashes, and there would be no chance of recovery.

Mu Xingqiu looked up and saw that the flowers and leaves consumed were less than one percent. Zhao Chuye had obviously regained some of the calmness of a high-level Taoist priest. This attack was methodical, and he wanted to slowly grind everyone to death.

Mu Xingqiu's mind was turning quickly. Long before Shouque came back, he had thought of a solution that required the use of talismans, but the solution was very immature. Even after listening to Fu Lin's explanation, it was still full of flaws. The records left by Huangfu Yanghao seemed to be able to solve these flaws. Mu Xingqiu was thinking about those words in his mind.

He had too little time to verify whether his idea was correct. Just like the last time, he thought he saw that the spell was wasting power, but the fact proved that he thought too simply. There was a clear reason for every arrangement in the spell, and those seemingly wasteful places also had hidden mysteries.

If he guessed wrong this time, Mu Xingqiu would not only kill himself.

The flower and leaf ashes piled up to Shouque's waist, flowing from the earth platform to the surroundings, and soon reached the feet of the dozen people in the innermost circle.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't wait any longer. He thought that Mu Gong and Zhao Chuye would arrive one after another, but they came together, far exceeding the tolerance of the Way of the Weak.

Mu Xingqiu turned his head and asked Fu Lin: "Do you have a talisman pen?"

Fu Lin, who was chanting with everyone, was stunned, "Yes... three, for writing attack talismans, defense talismans and auxiliary talismans respectively, the quality is average..."

Shou Que said angrily: "You two, pay attention!"

Mu Xingqiu signaled Fu Lin to take out all three pens, and then said to Shou Que on the stage: "Let me help you, you have to save some mana, after Mu Gong, Zhao Chuye will not stop."

This was said politely, Shou Que knew very well in his heart that after this battle, it was hard to say whether his Dharma body could be retained, not to mention the mana, so he looked at Mu Xingqiu a few times and did not stop him.

Mu Xingqiu reached out to catch the pen, and the flower leaves cut through his sleeves, leaving dozens of scars.

The three pens were not long, about five inches, and were red, white, and black.

"Black for attack, white for defense, and red for assistance." Fu Lin reminded him, still feeling strange, "But you don't have ink or paper yet..."

Mu Xingqiu only got the ink-making materials from Huangfu Yanghao, and there was no talisman paper, "No need, I want to try a new way of writing."

"What?" Fu Lin was shocked. If the other party was not General Mu, whom he respected, he would have scolded him to stop this behavior, "Talismans can't be written randomly, it will cause trouble!"

Huangfu Yanghao only added a talisman to the talisman ink, and Fu Lin was already amazed, even suspected of being heretical. It was difficult to understand what kind of "new way of writing" would be without ink and paper.

Mu Xingqiu had no clichés in his mind and dared to try any method.

He handed the statue in his right hand to his left hand, holding a red pen in his right hand, took a deep breath, and suddenly wrote a talisman on the flowing wall formed by flying flowers and leaves. With a puff, the pen broke into two pieces, and his palm was covered with small scars. He didn't even finish writing a single stroke.

"This won't work." Fu Lin advised loudly, "Writing talismans is a delicate job, and it can't be done in one go."

Mu Xingqiu didn't give up. He took the black pen from his left hand with his right hand, smeared a little blood on the wound on his left arm, and wrote again. The pen strokes changed three times in a row. Although he still didn't write a complete talisman, the flowers and leaves in front of him paused for a moment, but it was only a moment, and then the black pen broke, and the flowers and leaves flew away.

This short pause helped Shouque a lot. She seized the opportunity to cast three spells in a row to strengthen her Dharma body, and the shape became clearer. "Give me a little more time." Shouque tasted the sweetness and began to make demands.

Mu Xingqiu took the third white pen in his right hand and stretched it into the Flower and Leaf River. Before he could move, he was swept away. His palm retreated a little slower and was cut with blood.

His physique was different from that of ordinary people. Even though his magic power was scarce, he was extremely tough. If it were someone else, his entire hand would be gone.

Shouque snorted in disappointment and stopped looking at Mu Xingqiu. Fu Lin felt even more regretful. What he cared about was the three pens. They were not really as ordinary as he claimed. Each one had a history. Ordinary talisman masters would never get one in their lifetime. They were destroyed in General Mu's hands, and not even half a talisman could be written.

Mu Xingqiu raised his arms high, holding the statue in his left hand, and blood flowing in his right hand. He thought for a while, summed up the experience of three strokes, and said to Fu Lin: "Look at how I write this talisman."

"Ah?" Fu Lin didn't understand what he meant, and was about to ask a question, but saw General Mu's right arm swung down and reached into the flower leaves, using his arm as a pen, blood as ink, and magic as paper. With five fingers moving together, he instantly wrote a talisman.

The flower leaves flying close to the ground were stopped, gathered on the talisman, and suddenly burned, forming a pillar of fire several feet high.

"Pure green fire talisman! This, this..." Fu Lin was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

The flower leaves leading to the earth platform were temporarily gone, and Shouque finally got enough time to repair his Dharma body. When he was about to finish, the flower leaves pouring down the passage increased exponentially. The pure green fire talisman could only stop a part of it, and the rest continued to move forward, resuming the offensive against Shouque.

Mu Xingqiu added a node to resist the wood attack. Although it was unstable, he finally had a foothold. He used the five fingers of his right hand to write the pure green fire talisman on the fire column again and again to ensure that the flame would not be extinguished. He did not care about bleeding and burning.

The flowers and leaves gathered in the air separated a narrow passage, and the sunlight shone in, illuminating a figure floating in the air.

Zhao Chuye, who was surrounded by 27 magic tools, was looking down at all living beings. What he held in his hands was not an iron ruler and a bell, but a small tower.

If Mu Xingqiu still had memories, he would recognize that it was Pangshan’s ancestral tower.